Aura

She is the Goddess of the early morning
Goddess of the cool early morning breeze
I push open the door
I stand and take it in
into my pain.

Aura Goddess of this Olympian air
runs though me
and I am transformed.

Able to ascertain my berth,
my place
laying leeward into
the exhalation of the Goddess
I sail these gracious winds.

Coming at once to rest
coming at once to me
acknowledging my need
for gentle touch
and kindly reminders
that she is there
and welcomes me home.